Hounds Follow Those Who Feed Them.

Earthly Majesty Is Always Akin To The Fallen Angel, Who Is Proud And Unhappy, Beautiful But Troubled, And Whose Plans And Efforts, Though Vast, Are Denied Access.

Preventive War Is Like Committing Suicide Out Of Fear Of Death.

One Day The Great European War Will Come Out Of Some Damned Foolish Thing In The Balkans (1888).

All Treaties Between Great States Cease To Be Binding When They Come In Conflict With The Struggle For Existence.

I Consider Even A Victorious War As An Evil, From Which Statesmanship Must Endeavor To Spare Nations.